As I bust off the rust
Of this crust of trust,
I realize that there's decay
And a permanent chemical burn;
A permanent stain;
A rotten decay of the finish
That we built and time
I thought could never diminish.
I don't understand,
Was this trust simply canned?
Was it all an allusion;
A dream- mine own delusion,
Created through lies and confusion?
I don't know and I don't care.
Everywhere I turn to look
The world reveals itself bare
And muddy as beneath the churning brook;
Like I offered an apple and wine
And everything offered was lost in time;
Lost in space and moved out of place.
I distrust your smile and compassionate air.
Who knew that you'd really not care?
But no matter I now leave this song,
This moldy bread and untethered metal
I never could settle for a deflowered petal
Emotions brew and disbeliefs stew
But I could swear that I always knew...